This is a song about "Foreign whips"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Without the whips and chains it's still displayed the ways that they would bleed

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

And grip whips to switch hits to each ribs

You can hear it in my lyrics

Carolina where i made it from

All my bitches be foreign

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route